Last year, it was not possible to get to Lobster for fishing, then the road is bad, then I think of some things for myself. Today, he decided that it wouldn’t leave, despite the forecasts of weather forecasters who scared the rains.I used to be sad when weather forecasters were mistaken, but now I’m happy, because it was not the first time that they promised rains, but they didn’t exist, it happened last weekend.
I was worried about driving for a long time or not, I had already prepared Plan B, but still decided to go the old way. In general, the road is not bad, but there are places where you can sit if you hurry, but we weren’t afraid of sitting in a high four-wheel drive Sable, it seemed that Eugene, on the contrary, was looking for places where there was more dirt.
Arriving at the place, they were very happy about the lack of fishermen, the coast is simply empty, which is lower upstream and higher. While someone was preparing a sliced table, I prepared a treat for the local bream, filled the whole thing with aroma and punched it through a sieve. In the course of fishing, millet was added a little “traffic jams” to hold large fish.
We celebrated the arrival, threw fishing rods and set about equipping the camp. Fortunately, there is no problem with firewood in Omar, unlike Bikbulovo. The bites began, mostly the bastard and the gustera pecked, which was released in a very large amount.
I fished on a distant brow in anticipation of a large bream and carp, and even when Nikolay caught the first okolokoshnik I kept to my plan, but in vain, because 2/3 of the fish were caught on the near brow.
With the advent of darkness, Nikolai prepared a flashlight, a firefly-naive I thought, collecting spinning and donkey for somat. Predator, if anyone remembers before, beat constantly during the day, this time in two days no more than a dozen, and they are far from the coast.
Twilight pikeperch did not betray itself with blows, but nevertheless caught fish in half an hour, saw three bites and caught one baby. Somiki and zander were silent and I went to bed, but at about one in the morning I woke up and ran to the fishing rod under the cries of Nikolai pecking.
It turned out that this kid weighing around 700 grams was reeling the fishing rod and somehow picked up the cord through the byteraner. He let go of the baby and headed for the tent. The dream disappeared, for about an hour he listened to Yegor's snoring and decided to get up.
After breakfast, I started fishing, although from the words of Nikolai the fish did not bite, but she did not bite at night, and I don’t know why she didn’t catch in Omar.
Sinets and white-eyed eagerly responded to a larger bunch of worms, in my opinion the gustere didn’t care what it was. Strange, this year, the bream badly pecked at corn. He was waiting for a little carp, but this red-haired glutton did not know that I had arrived, or maybe he knew, but he did not like my treat.
At the beginning of the eleventh, they began to slowly collect things, did not want to leave, promised to return, To all the NCHNH Regards, Sergey Egoist.